The people on the stage stared at the screen and read from the script, and the students in the audience also lowered their heads in tacit agreement. Teachers and students didn't even think it was superfluous to look at each other. Five minutes into the lecture, some people had already dozed off. Hesta was glad that she had not eaten anything at noon and was not sleepy at all now.
Relying on the Common Language courseware on the projection, she barely kept up with the teacher's progress. The content of these two lessons seemed to be an interpretation of certain literary works based on historical details. However, both the historical details and the literary works themselves were unfamiliar to Hesta. She mechanically sorted out the words on the projection. Logic, listening to it with waning interest.
Compared to the dry, flat voice of the person on the stage at this moment, the bursts of laughter that appeared from time to time in the back attracted her attention more. Those should be several boys sitting in the same row. They seemed to be telling jokes together. several times,
After repeating this for many times, the old teacher on the stage also raised his head with some dissatisfaction. His glasses slid on the bridge of his nose, and a look of boredom and hatred glanced directly at everyone in the audience without ever passing through the lenses.
"Quiet," the man said.
The entire classroom turned their attention to the boys who had been laughing. They buried their heads under the table and barely suppressed their laughter, but their shoulders shook even more.
The old teacher withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and looked at the computer screen again, "So what we just talked about -"
Someone below heard a vague wisecrack, and the boys just now burst into laughter. Their faces turned red from suppressing it, and they held their foreheads with their hands. It was obvious that they had endured it very hard.
The old teacher had a sullen look on his face, his eyes fixed on the students who were violating classroom discipline. He walked a few steps up the aisle and stopped next to Hesta.
The teacher said coldly, "Which college are you from? What's your name?"
Several boys stopped talking. Although the flush on their faces had not faded, they all calmed down their expressions.
"Didn't you laugh loudly just now? Are you not laughing now?" The old teacher looked even angrier. He pointed at one of the boys, "You, stand up!"
The boy stood up and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
"What are you all laughing at?"
The boy curled his lips apologetically, "Teacher, I'm sorry..."
"I ask what you are laughing at." The old teacher stared at him angrily, "Who said the last sentence just now, and what did you say-"
As soon as this question was raised, the remaining boys could not restrain themselves from lying on the table and began to tremble, as if someone clicked on their laughter points and made them twitch uncontrollably.
"Still laughing! Be quiet!" The old teacher was so angry that he slapped the table, "Do you still have a teacher in your eyes? What are you laughing at?"
The boy who stood up took a deep breath. He reluctantly stopped laughing, and then pointed behind the teacher, "I'm sorry, teacher, I really didn't mean it... we just saw... that..."
Only then did the old teacher belatedly turn around and follow the boy's direction. Right next to his hand, Hesta's large pack of sanitary napkins hung clearly on the storage hook beside the long table.
"...If you use so much at one time, it won't cause bleeding?"
As soon as the boy finished speaking, the whole classroom burst into alarming laughter. Some students sitting in the corner still didn't understand what was going on, so they stood up and stepped on their feet and looked in the direction of Hesta.
Until then, Hesta, who was at the center of the storm, finally realized something was wrong——
This scene seems to be directed at me...
"Everyone be quiet! Everyone be quiet!! Stop laughing!!" the old teacher shouted hoarsely, "Is it funny?! Who are the classmates of these people? Are there any cadres here? Write down the names of these people after class. I!"
The laughter in the classroom finally subsided a little.
"And you-"
As the old teacher turned around, a finger pointed in front of Hesta's nose unexpectedly.
"Put away your personal belongings quickly!"
There was laughter again from the back row of the classroom - the students sitting there seemed to have really understood what was happening in front of them at this moment.
The old teacher walked back to the podium. He held the edge of the table with both hands and said coldly: "Whoever disrupts the order of the class again will have all his usual points deducted!"
The whole class fell silent.
The old teacher took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, and regained his composure. Just when he was about to continue speaking, a big hand slowly rose from the audience - Hesta was looking at him in confusion.
"Any more questions?" The old teacher looked at her impatiently.
"Why, I, can't, hang things here."
Hesta spoke each word slowly. In order to help others understand her meaning, most of her substantive words are paired with corresponding actions, which makes her language and whole person's temperament have a kind of absurdity and unreality like a stage actor.
The old teacher's anger level surged upward again, and he clearly felt some kind of unspoken provocation.
"...It blocks the road," the old teacher suppressed his anger, "and it also affects other students."
Hesta organized the words in her mind, but compared to the verbal explanation, her gestures had expressed her doubts more directly - following Hesta's hand, everyone looked at the person in the seventh row near the aisle. The person - the boy sitting there, hung his big schoolbag and basketball on the storage hooks beside the long table.
The blue thick rope net bag is a bit long, and the basketball inside is pushed outside by the bulging schoolbag, almost occupying half of the aisle.
The old teacher's face was ashen. He adjusted his glasses and said, "...What's your name?"
"Jane Hestad."
"Okay." He took a note and wrote down the name. The whole classroom was so quiet that you could almost hear the sound of his angry writing while writing.
After putting down the pen, he glared at Hesta with a sinister look: "Get out."
For a moment, Hesta doubted her ears, "...what?"
"Please, get out of my classroom." The old teacher gestured exaggeratedly, "Don't you understand?"
No one laughed anymore, and all the students' expressions became serious. Hesta seemed to be the only one in the whole classroom who was still a little confused and even confused - she did not feel any fault on her part, but with her simple common sense, a teacher expelling a student from the classroom... no matter how you look at it, it should be A more serious matter.
Just as she was about to continue asking questions, a voice suddenly came from the other corner of the classroom.
"Why should she leave? What did she do wrong?"
Hesta turned around and saw a strange girl standing up at some point.
"Besides, don't those people who disrupt the classroom order have to leave?"
